This book never gripped me and I
struggled to work my way through it. I did not engage with the characters or
the story on an entertainment level, however the true life story was
interesting from a historical point of view, giving a glimpse into the lives of
the ordinary people who had to live through such trying times. Ultimately I
would suggest it is not necessarily worth your time.
‘My
mother knew a man during the war. Theirs was a love story, and like any good
love story, it left blood on the floor and wreckage in its wake.
As
a boy growing up in New York, his parents’ memories of their Czech homeland
seem to belong to another world, as distant and unread as the fairy tales his
father tells him. It is only as an adult, when he makes his own journey to
Prague, that he is finally able to piece together the truth of his parents’
past: what they did, who his mother loved, and why they were never able to
forget.’
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